I
Penguino sat atop a cliff looking out o’er the valley low
“If only I could fly”
His gaze wandered to the eagles next
The soaring and diving, "oh……”

II
Your eyes don’t
Smile anymore
And it seems
All my life was a dream
I shy sometimes at choices made
But move along into the next day.

III
When I was a child
I cried
Deeply into the night.
Your face came to me
Sweet and softly,
Indistinct.
Your voice wooed me
Calm, cool, succinct.
Your hands touched me
In passions longing
Of flesh.
Your lips kissed me
Wet and burning
All in the dreams
Of a shy girl’s
Yearning.

IV
Flattery of a pet name
So far from the truth it is sweet,
The way it makes me feel flustered.